I sang Emmanuel in your direction
I strung the arrow-notes to splinter your dark glass
I sang up an apple tree
to keep your dying faith alive
to shelter your weary bones
I sang a rose into bloom
to brighten your half-spent night
to dispel your darkness
to lighten your load
I sang a lamb
I sang an on-time God
I sang angels to tell you not to fear
I even sang a king right up onto his throne
because I knew you needed him
I sang them all for you.
I sent them all your way.
I sang them all for you, but you did not stand.